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Gravity Falls: Not even worried. We’re good.Ever After: Have you paid attention to Danielle? We’re still fine, girl will figure it out and cope.Mistborn: OKAY ZOMBIES WILL NEVER GET WITHIN TEN FEET OF ME GUYS. WE’RE COVERED.

Jim Gordon, Aquaman, and Roxas. I’m okay with this.

Ok so we have Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes (both equally protagonists of this fic I was reading. There was a lot of crying and kissing in it) , My Inquisitor Asaaranda Adaar (a level 23 Knight Enchanter), and Temeraire with William Laurence (again coprotags…). I think I’m fine. I’m pretty sure we’re gonna solve the apocalypse, to.

Um…let’s see. Alexander Hamilton: that bastard orphan only died because he threw away his shot. Good. Pokemon: Time to break out the murderbeasts. Michiko Moreno: That bitch will fuck you up.

We’re so good.

I have the whole Sailor Team (magic AND grrrl power!) by my side, a janitor and a single mom (both pragmatic and resourceful as fuck) as well as those smart people of Navy CIS with all their tech stuff. I think I’m good! :D

At first I have the Doctor and Clara with me, so there will be no Zombie Apocalypse through some timey wimey wobbely action. And then there is the Team from “Stand Still, Stay Silent” which will be relieved about this regarding their current Situation. And then there’s Roomie, yupp, I’m good! :)